Poems (Commelin)/The Melody
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THE MELODY.
Oh, solemnly and slow
Those deep, bass notes are sounding,
Those deep, bass notes are sounding,
So solemnly and slow:
While harsher chords revealing
Sad dissonance of feeling,
With wail, like miserere, follow the music low.
Those deep, bass notes are sounding,
Those deep, bass notes are sounding,
So solemnly and slow:
While harsher chords revealing
Sad dissonance of feeling,
With wail, like miserere, follow the music low.
But list! above the strain,
In clearest, liquid sweetness,
In clearest, liquid sweetness,
Far up above the strain
An angel voice is singing,
A melody is ringing:
On spirit wings our souls to heaven mount with its pure refrain.
In clearest, liquid sweetness,
In clearest, liquid sweetness,
Far up above the strain
An angel voice is singing,
A melody is ringing:
On spirit wings our souls to heaven mount with its pure refrain.
How like it is to life!
The solemn music throbbing,
The solemn music throbbing,
How like it is to life!
With chords of sadness thrilling,
With dissonances filling
Our souls with wail of sorrow, with mortal anguish rife.
The solemn music throbbing,
The solemn music throbbing,
How like it is to life!
With chords of sadness thrilling,
With dissonances filling
Our souls with wail of sorrow, with mortal anguish rife.
But catch the strain above,
Sweet strain divine and holy,
Sweet strain divine and holy,
Ah, catch that strain above!
One joy receiving, giving,
Makes all life has in living,
The melody we hear through all, sweet strain of human love!
Sweet strain divine and holy,
Sweet strain divine and holy,
Ah, catch that strain above!
One joy receiving, giving,
Makes all life has in living,
The melody we hear through all, sweet strain of human love!